Linda Winchell

Rookie - 31 Points (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

'Where The Walls Can Talk' - Poem by Linda Winchell

Take me to the rooms, where the walls can talk
of those stories told of what they've stored
imbedded in their walls, of board and chalk.

Behind their paper flowers faded
cove molding and their nails.
Releasing all the things they've heard for years
telling of all those kept wall tales.

The laughter they heard of children
the crying heard by some.
The songs of Christmas Karol's
within four walls drunk in like a sponge.

Please take me room to room
so I might listen to them all.
Then when we're done with our walk
let's go hear what they're saying down the hall.


Comments about 'Where The Walls Can Talk' by Linda Winchell

  • David ThreadgoldDavid Threadgold (10/10/2008 10:27:00 AM)

    Hi Linda. What stories the walls could tell, I've heard that walls have ears so why not let them speak. well done. Regards Dave T 10/10 (Report)Reply

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  • Philip Kirkland (10/10/2008 10:02:00 AM)

    I won't want the walls to tell some of things I've done! But great work anyway! (Report)Reply

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  • Ian Bowen (10/10/2008 9:49:00 AM)

    Linda, really enjoyed your poem.10/10
    Ian
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 15, 2009


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